Take a number and wait until you're called.
Published on February 11, 2008 By dynamaso In Poetry
I descend
Under condescension
Broken-eyed
And watering a storm
You defend
An untenable position
Sowing bitterness
Like seeded corn

I decline
A callous invitation
Into arguments
You’ve angrily drawn
Instead suggesting
Self-copulation
If you could find
A bone to be worn

Comments
on Feb 12, 2008
Wow, bitter is right!

Instead suggesting
Self-copulation


Boy, have I heard THAT before -although a little more crudely put.

on Feb 12, 2008
Wow, bitter is right!


I don't know where it came from as I am not the slightest bit bitter about anything. Isn't it marvellous the way our subconciousness works?

a little more crudely put


There are many ways to say it, but I still think the most effective is probably the crudest.
on Feb 12, 2008
Isn't it marvellous the way our subconciousness works?


More than we know!
on Feb 12, 2008
More than we know


Indeed...
on Feb 14, 2008
Good work, mate.

I know how you feel but there's no way I could say it as well as you just did.
on Feb 14, 2008
Ah, yes, poetic licence often leaves a lot unsaid and not understood but in this case, I think I got it right. Glad you liked it, mate.